PINK MIST 2 ½

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"I'm going to ask the same thing, every single time... Why in the world is it called morning sickness when it lasts every freaking hour of the day?"

I groaned as I pulled my self up. Angus didn't move an inch, not giving attention to me at all. I pinched the bridge of my nose as I moved towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

I took a few sips and placed the glass away while supporting my self on the edge of the counter. It was still too dark outside. I could only see the light coming from the neon signs.

I moved back on the bed and took my phone in my hands. It was barely 3a. m for crying out loud! I tossed it aside and tried to rest a little bit more. After turning and tossing around in bed for what it seemed an eternity I decided to get up.

"What was it that bothered you now, huh? You need to let me sleep at some point!"

I murmured, looking down on my tummy. A stupid grin started to grow on my face as I pictured my little chickpea, looking at me like a little puppy with beautiful big hazel eyes. I placed my hands on my little bump and sighed, smiling.

I stood still for some time, sitting on the kitchen stool while tapping my fingers rhythmically on the counter when my eyes fell on a little silver ring. I bit my lip and smiled mischievously before addressing my little chickpea once again.

"Well, since you woke me up..." I jumped out of the stool, squirming inside a pair of jeans, "I could take Beast for a ride!" I grabbed the little shiny ring holding my favorite key, wore my leather jacket and stormed outside my apartment.

Nightfall's humidity had settled all too well on the pavements and roads. The concrete was shimmering. There were many visible stars in New York's sky, something not really common.

The air was cold, but it was refreshing my lungs, almost vanishing my nausea in an instant. I took a deep breath and finally opened the garage door... and there he was...

His sharp edges... His strong lines... My eyes were glimmering as I scanned my beauty. His color had been a bit dulled by the dust but my helmet was on the exact same spot as always.

I placed my helmet on feeling the cold leather interior on my cheeks spreading pleasant chills downwards my spine. I placed the key in the ignition and turned it slightly. All of the indications lit up in an instant.

"Hey, baby! I missed you so much! What about going for a run?"

I turned the key a little bit more and pressed the button to make the engine come to life, turning the accelerator to make Beast roar. The sound echoed in the little space of the garage. The more I accelerated, the more I could feel my pulses going up.

"Let's roll out of here!"

The New York streets weren't as busy as they are during day, but they never stop being alive; not even at the early hours of the day. I pulled my helmet's protective glass down and slipped into the road.

I must have been driving around for at least an hour because I could see the horizon slowly changing it's dark colors for a little bit lighter, warmer ones as I came closer to the shore.

I pulled to the side, took my helmet off and enjoyed the view of the calm water and Lady Liberty rising across me. I took a glimpse on my phone to realize that it was almost six in the morning.

I was calm, serene. I knew it was too early, even the sun hadn't risen yet, but I couldn't wait any longer. Being so close, yet so far from him was making me crave him even more.